This all started with a shipment of grapefruit. I'd ordered some of those super-sweet, low-acid Texas Ruby Reds for various family members, so of course we needed a few for our mean selfish selves. I figured a little mid-winter extravagance never hurt anyone -- except maybe people who are as sabbatical-poor as we are at the moment. Ah well -- gone is gone, wisely says the old story my mother used to read to us.
Then I took a fateful trip to Fairway, where I saw that my favorite Temple oranges had come into season. I love their zipper skins and the bright, tangy pop of their juice exploding in the mouth. And they don't cost much -- 3 for a dollar, a veritable bargain. So into the cart they went. Then, once inside, I saw the loveliest thing -- a whole box, an entire 2-pound plastic clamshell of Meyer lemons for only $5! Why, I remember only a few years ago, when I had to dig around for a few lonely specimens that cost the earth, more than three dollars apiece. Now I can ponder lovely things to do with my huge stash of Meyer lemons. Dangling on a display post nearby was a net bag of Sicilian Tarocco blood oranges. You see, I've never had the Sicilian kind, only the California clones. And I am therefore deprived, a situation which now could be so easily remedied for a mere $3.49, a pittance. And then, next to them, I saw a pile of Cara-Caras. Never mind that these still really and truly cost the earth. I wasn't leaving without at least six of them.
So, many dollars lighter, few pennies left for other groceries, we find ourselves in the midst of a veritable citrus glut. Never mind that we're not going to get the Locavore of the Year award any time soon. At least no-one around here is coming down with scurvy, not on my watch.